Thoughts on the Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Ein Bild Unter Dem Baum

IMG_1609I’m not even making an attempt at going left to right, and shall–just to be contrary–begin with the waif to the easternmost of the pic.

  • That might be Yolandi from Die Antwoord. It’s the same haircut.
  • And let’s just get the other non-Grateful Dead out of the way: that is most likely an astonishing looking woman and the light’s just hitting her weird.
  • Because look how awesome Billy looks. The sneakers and the ‘stache help, but he just looks like a rock star in this shot.
  • Which he objectively doesn’t.
  • Plus, Bobby had real high standards, and she’s wearing a dress only a stone-cold fox would wear.
  • Ipso facto: bad light.
  • Everyone is this photo named Godchaux is upright solely because of pride and muscle memory.
  • Eagle-eyed Enthusiasts will recognize that Pigpen’s sweater was apparently passed around between band members during the tour, with Phil donning it for the Bickershaw show.
  • Also, Pig is no longer “mostly alive.” He is “partly dead.”
  • Bobby’s going to pork Billy’s girl.
  • Look at his face.
  • Disregard the serial killer glasses.
  • That’s Bobby’s sexy-face.
  • He’s gonna tear those quilts and throw rugs off her and kaiser her right in the Wilhem.
  • From ‘1976 to ’78, you could buy a Gremlin with seats upholstered just like Mrs. Donna Jean’s trousers.
  • Did Pig bring that pool cue from California?
  • Garcia’s just happy to be there.

Benjy Shared The Secrets Of My Soul

billy benjy secret

“Let’s go to Ireland and get gay married.”

“Do…do…do you mean it, Billy?”

“You a fruit?”

“For you or for everybody else?”



“It’s bad enough you’re a Jew: you can’t be a fruit, too.”

“Gotcha, boss.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Thoughts On China (With No Research Whatsoever)

  • Simply enormous.
  • Unbelievable amount of history.
  • Much like the Dead, China built a wall so impressive it gets capitalized.
  • Pandas are vaguely sacred (in a legal/nationalistic sense, much like the bald eagle.)
  • Every other animal goes right in the wok.
  • I simply don’t know how to say this in a non-racist/Orientalist/xenophobic way, so I’ll just be blunt: those sumbitches’ll eat anything.
  • Chinese monks have little in common with European monks, except for silly haircuts.
  • Chinese monkeys are similar to European monkeys, though.
  • Monkeys are monkeys.
  • There is no language of “Chinese” – there’s Mandarin and Cantonese and some other stuff I’m sure you get thrown in prison for speaking.
  • There’s also no Chinese food: there’s a whole bunch of them.
  • And what we think of as Chinese food would be unrecognizable to actual Chinese folks.
  • Not literally unrecognizable: they have beef, and they have broccoli.
  • Just no Beef&Broccoli…$7.99 w/ egg roll.
  • It’s not that our “Chinese food” is a bastardization of the form: it was always this third-way, syncretic cuisine.
  • Smart Chinese immigrants in the 19th century opened restaurants, intuiting that Americans would pay dearly to be surrounded in genuine authentic Asian bullshit.
  • But, you know: Johnny Steakandpotatoes ain’t going for the eels and chicken feet.
  • Throw some chicken and shrimp in a wok-ful of noodles, though, and he’s tucking in.
  • Boom: chow mein.
  • And fortune cookies, which were invented in San Francisco.
  • All of China is on Beijing time, so the sun rises around noon in the farthest west provinces. (That is true. Swear.)
  • Not too fond of Japan.
  • America’s best frenemy.
  • Had an emperor for at least ten years.
  • Probably much longer than that, but: no research.
  • The emperor mainly indulged in pleasures of the flesh within the walls of the Forbidden City.
  • Peter O’Toole was involved.
  • Almost entirely sandwich-free culture.
  • They do buns and dumplings; no sandwiches.
  • Just saying.
  • I do not believe they use the Euro.
  • They must have sports in China. Soccer? Water polo?
  • Ping-Pong! They love that shit for some reason.
  • I will extend a guess that American Football is not a big draw in the People’s Republic of China.
  • In China’s defense, no one wants our football.
  • In the early part of the 20th century, Shanghai was the Paris of the Far East and had a sizable Jewish population.
  • The middle part of the 20th century was not good for Shanghai’s cosmopolitan air.
  • Now, Shanghai looks like Coruscant.
  • Speaking of cities, Beijing used to be called Peking.
  • Peking duck maintains the name, but you have to call ahead because it takes an hour.
  • People from Hong Kong and Tibet do not consider themselves to be Chinese.
  • The people who matter in Beijing don’t give a flying fuck what any of those people think.
  • Aforementioned people in Beijing will, however, look the other way on Macau.
  • Macau, like Hong Kong, is a small island off the coast of the Chinese mainland.
  • Also like Hong Kong, Macau was a possession of a European nation. (Portugal, to HK’s Great Britain.)
  • White folks wanted to trade with China, but they needed a place to stay that was more like home. Away from the heathens, dontcha know.
  • Meanwhile, the heathens were just as happy to have the white devils stay on their island, as they didn’t want their culture infected with the Europeans’ hairiness.
  • (I don’t know the exact story in China–no research, and I’m sticking to it–but in Japan, it was illegal for the gaijin to even step foot on Japanese soil. All trade with the white man was done on small islands off the coast.)
  • Anyway, the white guys got their own islands they could have what they called tea on, not that weird green stuff Johnny Chopsticks kept offering him.
  • The Chinese got people to trade with and, more importantly, kept their foreign ideas and stenches right where they could keep an eye on them.
  • And thus were signed leases of 200-years and other ridiculous lengths that might as well have been “forever.”
  • Time marched on, however.
  • So, now: Hong Kong is the financial hub of Asia (which means the world, I guess) but with the Sword of Damocles over its head.
  • Macau, on the other hand, has entered an “anything-goes” phase.
  • When Portugal gave it back, something weird happened. Perhaps someone signed where he was supposed to initial. Anyway, Macau is now a Chinese possession, but not part of China? Something along those lines.
  • I have a feeling that if you want to make something ambiguous and impenetrable, translating it from Portugese into Mandarin would be a sure bet.
  • Long story short: gambling in China is subject to the death penalty. On Macua, not only may you gamble, but women in skimpy outfits will bring you free drinks while you do it.
  • Macau has a casino or two.
  • It’s what Vegas wants to be when it grows up.
  • Seriously: they have a Venetian over there. It’s just like the one in Nevada, except it’s three times the size.
  • On the topic of luck: in the Chinese culture, four is an unlucky number; eight is lucky.
  • Which is just wrong, as everyone knows thirteen is unlucky, and seven is the lucky number.
  • You’re so dumb, China.

Talk About Movies, Nipples

IMG_1576Hey, Bobby.

“Oh, hey. You checking out these nips here?”

Hard to miss.

“Guy went to school to learn how to do that.”

Probably, yeah.

“You think they’re someone’s nipples? Like, the sculptor modeled the nips on an actual set?”

That’s an honor, if it’s true.

“Immortality through having giant thumb-nipples.”

Just you and whoever’s crotch was on Sticky Fingers.

“Sure. So: you saw the flick, huh?”

Yeah. Dug it.

“What was your take-away?”

Literally every single thing in your life has gone right except for one thing.

“Little bit, yeah, maybe. I try to look at, you know, the wholeness of the thing and be okay with it.”

Your family seems very nice.

“Thank you, yeah – they’re all right. I like ’em.”

Your kids will have a different childhood than you did.

“I hope! Yeah. Yeah, I hope so. Besides: no more circuses to run off with.”


This Is Not A Live-Blog #11

A good twenty percent of this film is Bobby walking with dogs.

This Is Not A Live-Blog #10

All rock documentaries use the same font to introduce people.

This Is Not A Live-Blog #9

Let me comfort you, Trixie.

Stop it.

This Is Not A Live-Blog #8

The entirety of Garcia and Bobby’s scuba trips was spent throwing fish at one another.

This Is Not A Live-Blog #7

If you have a surface, Bobby will sit cross-legged on it.

This Is Not A Live-Blog #6

Big-Dicked Sheila outdid herself on Bobby’s haircut for the Radio City shows in ’80.


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